Exert From My Book

I am writing a book about what I've done, seen ect in my life. The craziness just remebering it. Here is a preview for LOST IN THE WAVES....

CHAPTER THREE: Chaos

I always been addicted to a life of insanity, always in the middle of something. Just being a trouble maker was always fun. Doing things normal kids wouldn't even think  about. Even young my greatest ambition was to die in a hail of bullets with the cops and forever be remembered by the streets as the bit of choas crammed into a certifiable giggle I carved myself out to be.

Being apart of The Track Crew aka CMF is what I enjoyed. We where called this cause the rail road was right there and me and we were all Crazy Motha Fuckaz . A few friends and I would walk up the Village by the Factory and fuck around on the tracks all day. Throw rocks at SEPTA or the traffic below depending on what bridge we where near, be chased by Conrail and Dodge being shot by salt guns. Train hop.

I would do whatever it took to make money. I sold drugs on the streets, was the first individual to sell herion in Kensington at the age of 13 (1995). Before it was just a weed or Xanax hood but I helped change it. 1995 is when I really began my decent into the streets with the aforementioned drug dealing but before that came..